Devotion To The Craft
Veylor’s design embodies his pure devotion to the craft. A mechanical arm rests over his shoulder while he works, allowing him to reach, adjust, and build faster, every tool and movement optimised for efficiency. Suits and formal attire are burdens to him; practicality is paramount, and rolling up sleeves is instinctive.
An Obsession With The Wheel
The Wheel is the closest thing he has to true love, and it shapes every choice he makes. Diplomacy holds no appeal, but he will wear a suit, or even display the Aetherion insignia, if it serves his ultimate goal: mastery over the Wheel itself. Strategic and ultimately unafraid to oppose the Aetherion when necessary, Veylor’s ambition is clear to become what he has always envisioned: the God of the Wheel.
A Mind Consumed By Creation
Physically, Veylor is a brown hamster with matching brown hair and eyes that glow only when he speaks of the Wheel. His body language, accessories, and focused energy all signal a mind consumed by creation rather than politics: a mad scientist in the vein of Frankenstein, obsessed with his own invention, driven by intellect and curiosity more than empathy, willing to bend the world to realise his vision.